A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.

Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

*Marzia*

I hail for a taxi and tell him to go to the nearest airport. i try my best to keep it together despite the verbal blows he rained at me. the nerve of that guy. what did i even see in him in the first place that made me love him? 

"he's funny, charming, caring..." a voice in my head said.

"And DECEITFUL" Another voice countered.

i root for the second one; but i feel like i can't find it in myself to hate him, even after all that he said about spending all his money on me. I feel like i took the right decision in walking away from that place i called home. he needed to know that i can stand on my own feet if i wanted to. what did he expect from me? Begging him not to watch porn and to attach all his faith and eyes to me? I would'nt want those porn-watching eyes on me anymore.

"But they are so blue..." The annoying voice is at it again.

i sniffle a bit and open my handbag. i take out my phone and the first thing i do is call my mother.

"hello Marzi?" My mother coos and i start crying.

"Marzia is there anything wrong?" She asks me, obviously concerned.

"Mama I'm going home." I sob between words, and the driver does a double take on me and finally decides to mind his own business.

"Is anything the matter?" she asks and i rub my nose with my bare wrist. 

"Felix watches dirty movies between my back and when i asked him about it, he said he watches it because i am not ready to have sex with him, Mama!" I yelp and she gasps. 
"Did you take the suitcase?" She confirms.

"Yes mama. that's where it became worse." I narrated each and every syllable of felix's monolouge towards me, addressed with such love and admoration. the line was quiet for a while, and i heard silent crying on the other line. "Mama, I'm sorry for going there mama. I really am." I heard a gentle motherly shush and she cleared her throat to speak "No one knew, marzia. you know the saying right? 'Time reveals all'. You've been a brave girl throughout all this, Marzia. Imagine if you did'nt have the suitcase and he threw you out of the house? What would you have done? None of us knew he'd turn out like this. Do you think i would have allowed you to go if i knew he was a bad person?" I shook my head, and then realised i was on the phone.

"No." I squeaked. 

"Come home. Everything will be okay. Everything here has remained the same. Shall i make Gnocchi?"

I chuckle sadly and say a half hearted yes in response. "Do you want to talk for some more time or do you want some time alone?" Said mother, detecting my tiredness. "I think I'll use the time alone." I submit. "Granted, but don't think about that boy! Think about making food with your mummy. Okay?" 

"Okay." I whisper as i walk out of the cab into the next chapter in  the book of my life.

I'm going to MY home.